Your Mansion

With your lottery winnings you’ve bought a large mansion in a town about half an hour outside London by train, about an hour by car. The town is big enough to contain everything essential, and connected enough to mean everything else is deliverable.

The house is a 3 storied rectangle running east-west with a southward stretching extension on the western end and with an extensive basement. It’s situated in a couple of acres on a southward facing slope, divided into 4 terraces. The entrance to the grounds is in the northwest corner on the top terrace. The top terrace of the back garden is on the same level as the basement.

The building is conceptually divided into three sections, the east wing, the west wing (containing the extension) and the central core.

The East Wing is your personal domain. Other members of the household are not allowed to enter the East Wing unless their duties require them to, or you’ve invited them.

The West Wing is the domain of the girls. By tradition you don’t enter this wing unless given special reasons. There’s no point imposing a rule like with the east wing because you don’t have any duties which would require you to enter the west wing, and if you required an invite the girls would just give you a standing invite.

The central core of the house contains the communal rooms. The one rule about the central core is that, except on special occasions, everybody must be dressed as if they could meet a stranger of the opposite sex at any moment. (The girls are not allowed to run naked or semi-naked through the house.) The girls have realised you’ve a bit of an upskirt fetish, so most of the girls now wear skirts but no knickers when hanging around the communal rooms.

For anyone confused I’ll be using the British designation of floors (ground, 1st, 2nd) rather than the American (1st, 2nd, 3rd), because I’m British and I’d get confused and start making mistakes if I started using the American version.